When two imperfect beings come together
like puzzle pieces
jammed together because they do not fit
a match is not made in heaven
but in chaos.
When the chaos becomes to great,
love does not matter,
and the puzzle pieces eventually separate.
Are you darkness? Am I light?
Do we complement, or conflict?
By missing your kind, do I miss your cruel?
Could we, or should we not, continue the painting
Where dark meets light in a beautiful clash
and there is no victory, no control,
And no colors creating peaceful gradient?
COMMENTS
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Amenthewick
13:09 Jan 24 2016
if you smash them together hard enough, they cant unstick, but are unrecognizible. But forever one but nobody sees them as puzzle pieces anymore.